places and habits |
damming the sand
forming clay pots
tip-toeing over the rocks to reach the waves
yelping in pain
squealing for kelp babies
eagle feathers, and a cork on the tideline
the freedom to be
learn the natura...
Posted by plane jane on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 08:48:00 PST |
mixed-up |
I once saw a motorhome on fire at a rest stop
we all took pictures and enjoyed the destruction
no one was hurt, except for lack of a motorhome to drive
lately I see accidents in my mind
...
Posted by plane jane on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 08:03:00 PST |
Scenery from Memory |
the curves on the drive home
sun blinding me
glaring off of the snow
the million sunsets
moving up and down the Chigmit Mountains
with the change of the season
from Spur in the peak of ...
Posted by plane jane on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 07:27:00 PST |
Blistering Indignation (a new genre) |
From time to time I'm going to pick 2 words and see what happens when I make it poetry. For being in a good mood today, this one ought to be interesting. Let's see what happens. - M.S.L
time to be lik...
Posted by plane jane on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 11:21:00 PST |
TBD |
midday blunders
windowpane gone
left to look at the scenery
find serenity
then what
stumble onward
past the flowers
past the times
did we pass these times?
didn't we pass these times before?
how di...
Posted by plane jane on Wed, 21 Dec 2005 10:43:00 PST |
a frozen morning |
crackle of ice on birch
iceskates lost
moon beams scar the frost
snowcrystals with ash
trapped - unearthed in time
no lightening, no jitterbugs, no fall leaves
everlasting sea, icebergs resting...
Posted by plane jane on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 01:29:00 PST |
Reflective |
breathing in a tunnel
breaking underneath your spine
creep in to a corner
where you think things will be fine
clamber in your drunkeness
Godspeed, this time has passed us
we made it ...
Posted by plane jane on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
solstice |
light of the moon
under a magnet
see not
hear not
what can you fathom?
precious stones
keep dragons at bay
wind in my hair
just another
word
searching
for lips to speak
and ears to listen
&n...
Posted by plane jane on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
coming to grips |
A feeling of being settled
its ten, a quiet television
the house in order
save dogs bickering over food
time at last
to feel unthreatened by my next breath
-the next unanswered phone call
-the next s...
Posted by plane jane on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
